Page 71 of Freeing Denver

Colt glides his fingers between my thighs, closer to where the dildo is relentlessly pounding into me. “Your pussy is soaked. You’re such a mess for me.” Every word is like another slap to my aching clit. He kisses my flushed cheek. “My messy, filthy girl.”

He pinches my clit and I cry out, the next orgasm igniting lights behind my eyes. I gasp, sweat gathering across my chest when Colt moves the chair and kneels before me. He smooths his hands across my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, rolling my rock-hard nipples between his fingers.

“Look how well you’re doing.” He kisses my cheek, pinching my nipples harder, the sensations sending electricity to my pussy. “You’re going to come again for me.”

“I can’t,” I sob, a total lie, but I hope it means he’ll fuck me instead.

He chuckles, smoothing my hair back from my sweat-slicked brow. “Do you think I can’t tell when you’re lying, Del? Remember who you’re talking to.”

“A mean, mean man—” I say between pants, the toy ramming into me and inching me closer to another monster orgasm that might just kill me.

“No,” he croons softly, kissing both my cheeks. “I’m your husband.”

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

He turns the dial to the red, and I scream, the toy pounding at an impossible speed, the slick, wet sounds filling the room along with my constant cries of pleasure. My words are unintelligible, my moans loud and interspersed with Colt’s name. I’m going to come again and it’s going to destroy me; it’ll kill me right here on this bed?—

“Colt, I can’t!” I cry out.

“Then use the safe word, wife,” he whispers, his hands squeezing mine. “Do you need to use the safe word?”

God above. I shake my fucking head, unwilling to give in, desperate to know what this final orgasm will do to me, like dangling over the edge of a cliff, eager to know the feeling of falling.

And then it hits me.

I inhale sharply, my eyes wide, my throat dry as I come. I scream out the ecstasy, Colt’s hands soothing across my arms and back as the top half of my body collapses onto the bed.

The machine slows.

It stops.

I sob into the bedding, my body broken, my pussy aching. I feel the toy slide out of me. Somewhere in my peripheral, Colt takes the machine off the bed. He crouches before me, stroking my hair.

“Head up, Del,” he says, and I hear him stand and unbuckle his belt.

I’m panting, delirious with relief, my muscles loose, but a thrill still sweeps through my legs when I watch him undress. His cock is sticky with cum, and I look up at him.

“You came?”

“Watching you like that, how could I not?” He strokes his growing length, his ability to go again almost immediately making my mouth water. “You’ll be a good girl and clean up the mess you made, won’t you?”

His words have barely left his mouth and I dive onto his cock.

“Fuck—” He groans as I alternate between taking him into my throat and cleaning up his cum. I devour everything until he pulls his solid dick out of my mouth and climbs onto the bed. “On your back, Del. I want to see your face as I fuck you.”

I’m exhausted. My pussy is exhausted. But there’s no way in hell I’d ever turn down the feeling of him inside me, the sounds he makes as he fucks and fills me.

As he positions himself between my legs, I grin up at him lazily.

“Remember when you said you’d ruin me for every other man?”

He laughs. “Yes. I also remember thinking if another man touched you, I’d remove his spleen.”

“How specific,” I say as he lifts my legs until my knees are pressing into my chest, my ankles near my ears. I glance down at where the tip of his cock is close to my entrance, my pussy pink and soaked. “How deep are you planning on going?”